Taking advantage of the day, I went to say hello, and early tomorrow morning, I began to come to the yard to weave those bamboo products

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The next day, Uncle Liu, Brother Yang, and Uncle Li in the village all brought their own machetes to Qin Mo's backyard.

And Qin Mo didn't dare to sleep lazy, so early in the morning, he got up in clean clothes and went to the ditch to fetch water.

In the morning, there was a wet mist between the breaths.

Qin Mo put away the belt around his waist, put on the pair of cloth shoes he had made, and then took a wooden barrel out...

"Boom." The sound of the big men cutting bamboo in the back, and the bamboo falling down one after another.

The bamboo forest behind this house is actually really good, a big cage, and it is also good to eat bamboo shoots in spring.

Qin Mo packed up his body, and then went out with the wooden barrel.

Xiangxiang was still sleeping in big characters on the bed, but Qin Mo didn't care about her.

Kids, screaming doesn't help much.

So he went to the river alone to fetch water.

There is a well at the head of the village, but it is a long way to go. As long as it rains in Chishui Village, there must be water in the ditch, so Qin Mo just went to the ditch to get water.

Qin Mo came back with water, mainly starting to fill the water tank and cook breakfast.

And for the two of them, Qin Mo cooked a bowl of millet porridge by himself, which was dry.

Eat it with that pickle.

After a while, these big men who cut bamboo behind the house dragged four or five bamboos over after a while.

The whole mud yard was full of bamboo poles.

"Hey, Xiaomo, so much bamboo is enough, right-!"

After a few big men finished pulling the bamboo, the eldest brother of the Yang family, who was honest and honest, patted the dust that had just been stained on his hands, and then stood in place with his stomach condescendingly, looking at Qin Mo with an inquiring look.

Qin Mo finished his meal.

Then come out and inspect the freshly cut bamboos in a decent manner.

The bamboo that wants to weave things must be thick enough and tough enough to be old bamboo...

Qin Mo personally stepped forward, touched some bamboos, sorted them and looked at them carefully.

I found that these men were old farmers, so I still knew a little about these things, and they were indeed cut down from old bamboo.

Qin Mo nodded....

"Come on. Brother Yang. You have picked up a stool from the house and sat down, and you have the courage to teach you today. ”

Qin Mo first humbled and then humbled.

Seeing that some of those people were obedient, they went to the house and took a small bench out and sat down, and there were also two eldest brothers, who stood where they were.

When Qin Mo explained to Brother Yang who took the lead, he watched from the side.

Then, Qin Mo picked up a bamboo pole, Qin Mo knew that many people here, although they knew that when weaving things, the knots of the bamboo strips were removed and flattened, but they didn't understand, Qin Mo once saw his grandfather use bamboo strips in modern times, he first cut them open, and then split the complete bamboo strips into two from the beginning.

And the inside is thrown away and don't.

Because of this section, the toughness is not enough, and the thickness is too thick, it is not suitable for compiling more delicate bamboo products.

Qin Mo asked Brother Yang to pick a bamboo pole and told him to use a machete to cut it from the middle, and then divide the bamboo tube into strips.

Then Brother Yang obediently did what Qin Mo said.

"Today, the four of you, I will teach you separately."

"Brother Yang, teach you how to weave a basket, Second Brother Yang weaves a basket, Uncle Liu makes a dustpan, and the others are another."

Qin Mo's eyes swept over the few people in front of him one by one.

And these men also looked at her in amazement.

"This, the correct way to use bamboo strips is to first divide this part into two. Only the outside of this. ”

Although the machete was not yet proficient in doing these movements, after all, the body that Qin Mo was borrowing now was only a seven-year-old child, and after such a long time, she was finally familiar with this body.

The action was rusty, and Qin Mo cut open a bamboo strip, and then, threw away the part inside, and showed the cyan side on the outside to everyone.

Next, how to prepare, and the modern traditional weaving method, almost all of them are cross braided hair, or shaper braiding method.

Qin Mo squatted on the ground, the same, hand-held, for everyone to see...

Then the compilation of the pattern ** made several big men around him stunned in surprise.

Only to this Chishui village from the ancestors moved in, experienced the change of dynasties, but never saw such a weaving bamboo products of the craft.

The wide strip of cross weaving allows things to be packed in, even if it is fine grain, wheat, etc., it will not be missed.

Even fine sand can be filled, so these people can't be said to be dumbfounded.

It's just surprising, such skills and methods, how can an eight-year-old girl who has never been out of the county know about it.?!

In the process of compiling and watching, some people looked at Qin Mo's compilation techniques, and some only looked at Qin Mo in surprise.

And Qin Mo naturally knew that these people had questions in their hearts.

It's just that Qin Mo knows that these can't be any climate now, so he doesn't care.

The big deal is that she came up with it herself. Nor can these people do anything to her.

Then, since he had been taught, Qin Mo came over, leaving the territory to these people, and he went to wash the pots and bowls of the breakfast that had not yet been completed.

Moreover, after the start of the work time, it is necessary to prepare tea, tea bowls, and noon meals.

Qin Mo thought, naturally he had to go to Zhang Luo.

Xiangxiang got up from the bed.

I didn't wash my face before going to bed last night, and my nose was full of snot, and my face was like a monkey's ass...

Qin Mo was annoyed and pitiful, and first washed her face.

Then she washed her hands, and then combed her with the two whips that were staggering on her head.

The thin hair on the red head rope is very soft, and the fragrant hair is very soft, and there are few of them, Qin Mo combed her hair, and she bit her fingers with her big eyes that were cute when she got up in the morning.

Finally, Qin Mo combed his hair, saw the dirty clothes again, and changed them, before he exhaled

", get out and eat."

Then Xiangxiang was still stunned, and then listened to Qin Mo's words and climbed onto the table to eat.

When I get up in the morning, this clean little girl, that face does look very cute...

It's just that Qin Mo thought that this Xiangxiang was already three years old.

It stands to reason that at the age of four, a girl in the countryside will have to do some work.

But Xiangxiang's appearance, Qin Mo felt that she couldn't do anything well.

Girls' families, always have to read some books, know braille, in the future to help their own family take care of the inside and outside, that can also understand words, can calculate the amount of money.

Qin Mo planned to raise Xiangxiang as a boy.

It's just that if you want to be literate, there may be a private school in the town, which accepts some rich or official children around the town to read and write, Xiangxiang is a child of a poor family, and a girl, I'm afraid it's a little difficult to get in.

Qin Mo thought about it, and then he was a little messy, forget it, don't worry about it for now, and then figure out a way to do it slowly.